I’m standing in a torn-up lot, my toes hanging over the edge of the earth. The world behind me disappears, and I am surrounded by the music of sailboats at anchor, the water-full easing of wooden docks, the winging of shorebirds. Crystalline light extends to a far wall of silent rust. In the center, a… Continue reading I Wanted To Be A Clam
Author: Bowen
Leaving California
Earlier this summer, a woman that I met in an elevator in Italy thirty years ago wrote to tell me of a dream. I read her message watching the stars whirl above the purple slopes of Mt Shasta at midnight. When we spoke some weeks later, I said it felt like a love letter, and… Continue reading Leaving California
Let Monday be Truth Day
In recent years I’ve become increasingly aware of what it feels like to carry something that needs to be said. When I have this feeling, it’s palpable, visceral, something caught inside that wants to get out. It creates disquiet, anxiety, and a sense of urgency. In the past, I would often wait and hope that… Continue reading Let Monday be Truth Day